I can summarize this whole weekend in one word: demolition. Tear down, tear apart, tear out... every way you can get a bunch of old, dirty stuff out of a house - we did it. Some family and friends came over to help us, those kind souls. There are no words to thank them. Michael and I couldn't have gotten so much done without you guys!
We spent our Friday and Saturday nights ripping out the backsplash, cabinets, countertop, flooring, trim, sink and this horrible faux brick off one of the walls.
The people who lived here before us were obviously not the cleanest people in the world. It seems like everything in the kitchen had this thick layer of grease (and smoke) on it. It was refreshing to get all all the old stuff out, so we can eventually bring the new in.
Our hysterical friend Justin was our entertainment for the night. He may be wearing fashionable shorts and flip flops, but he can rip vinyl flooring out like a champion.
Also, it was so dark outside we had no idea how much dust all the demolition was creating. Until I took this picture and the flash revealed a ton of dust particles in the air. So unsafe for our poor friends! Michael and I invested in these awesome respirator masks that you will see put into use later...
The next day, Michael and I were on our own. We borrowed a truck and trailer from Michael's boss and loaded it up with all the stuff we tore down the night before.
See what the old cabinets and countertop looked like? Not okay.
Also - that's our backyard, up to that row of trees. Yay!
Then we drove to our local landfill, the dump.
Have you ever been to a landfill? I guess I didn't really know what to expect... but what I saw made me feel like I was just transported to another planet.
It was basically a huge HUGE huge pile of trash. These scary looking machines were pushing all the trash around to spread it out.
It was... gross. To say the least.
And I'm not a tree-hugger 'save the planet' kind of person. I try not to be too extreme in any area of my life, but I realized we should have recycled all this old wood and flooring instead of dumping it on this ever-growing pile of trash. It was honestly depressing to look around and see that we're just burying this stuff into the ground.
The smell was unbearable. And the BIRDS. Oh the birds were everywhere.
It was not pleasant.
So where was I while Michael was unloading everything?
Sitting in the truck wearing an obnoxious respirator mask.
It was a very interesting experience. I'm SO glad we got all that crap out of our house, and had a place to take it that is far away.
But I hope I never have to see this again.